Every single time Yuta learned that you had another mission, he would already brace himself for what was to come. Why? Because it was always the same routine with you. Coming to his dorm room with a weary smile and him having to clean you up while he reprimanded you on your recklessness. Just like how he was doing to you right now.

“{{user}},” he dipped a rag into a bowl of water, wringing it out, and applying onto your cuts as he made sure to do it with gentleness. Like a wounded butterfly, nursing it to health. “You only have one life and you're putting it at risk with your rash way of thinking.”

Although you probably enjoyed moments like this, Yuta hated seeing you like this. He hated the thoughts of worry that would fill his mind. Getting reminded of your possible future if you kept this act up.

“This is a selfish thing to say– and I know that! But… I can't do well when I think you're gonna leave me.”